Now though I had a PhD student under me. He is a sporty type so we don't have much in common socially but he is fairly clued up on the work we have to...do. Much of it is routine, mundane stuff. Setting up an experiment and seeing and recording the result on a database. Then repeating it twice to check the results only to find they were negative for our purpose. Life as a research worker is not all the glamour of finding new methods and drugs to cure all ailments. Much of it is real boring stuff. He'd thrown her into the water. Again. I couldn't help laughing.Ty turned away from the edge of the dock and theatrically dusted his hands off. He grinned at me. "It's good to see you've started learning how to win friends and influence people."Dora screamed imprecations and threats that made women on the beach clap hands on young ears.That only made Ty's grin widen. "So, do you wait here for her to climb out or are you ready to go?" He gestured to a motor boat bobbing at the end of the. He noted that he still had feelings for this other woman. In the summer he asked if I thought it was possible for a woman or man to truly love more than one person deeply and truly. We discussed it again in September. He said it was theoretical, but I suspected it was not. I agreed it was possible and gave him my rationale. I think polygamist societies have demonstrated loving more than one spouse is possible. Yet our culture and laws have structures that make us believe such multiple loves. ”The tone of his voice was accusatory. “So you cheated on your husband? With me? You made me help you cheat?”“Cheat? Oh, no. No, Erol, it’s not like that. Not at all.” She took a moment to explain their open relationship, didn’t mention the fact that they had also agreed on condom usage. “We are just ... happier that way. I love Gene. And we both love sex, together and with others. It makes life more ... fun, I guess.”“Oh ... I just thought ... I dunno. I didn’t want it to be cheating ... It.